Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
JFA,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.